Deception ;

{/She felt a pang of guilt as she watched his grin slip, inhaling deeply before slowly letting out the breath, trying her best to calm herself} I stopped hoping for that change years ago… You already know that. This— we don’t live in Wonderland, Jiho. The impossible will always be the—- God! Only he could make me say something like that… Look, worry about me if you want then. Because you already know I won’t stop worrying about you.

{ ` Jiho knew better to let such things get to him, perhaps that it was the summer time that made him more sensitive but he didn't like it; he nodded towards the other as he listened } That's true, I guess maybe I was just hoping too much for you. Hoping that he would change for you, be the man you want him to be-- the father you've wanted. It seems he can easily bring out the anger in you, heh-- then that's that. I will endlessly worry 'bout you.

❀ —   Rather anxiously, Ga-In took her fingers to her thick lips, covering them, maybe trying to hold herself back from revealing the truth. What truth, though? To his question, she wasn’t too sure of what to answer— she herself didn’t quite understand this sick habit of putting on the ridiculous disguise every time someone tried to approach her. Quickly (yet anxiously), she rubbed the back of her neck, showing an aching smile. How to answer his question and be polite? She didn’t want to ruin it— again. But why? Ga-In did not certainly care most of the time. What did make the difference now? Ooh, right; she was sober, and he was beyond kind to her. Intending to shrug off all of her insecurities by throwing the cigarette’s butt on the ground, she stomped her small foot on it with some kind of anger inevitably showing. ‘I have no idea,’ she said, almost in a whisper, not certain if he had heard it or not. ‘I really…,’ (she began talking again, this time it started as a whisper until she raised her voice a tiny bit more) ‘I really cannot collect my thoughts in this moment. Maybe another time, I could explain you why, why I disguise myself, Jiho.’ She said her name cutely rounding her lips while pronouncing the last vowel. Then she stayed silent for another moment. Her hands looked pale, she rubbed them together, but she did this slowly, before pushing herself to speak up one more time. ‘As for age,… I don’t think it really matters. It is solely a number. Experience is what matters the most. To me, at least, it works that way.’ Her voice wasn’t much of a whisper anymore. Ga-In was a little afraid of talking too loud during the dark hours of the night. Some sort of childhood memory had surely triggered this.

Watching the female he notice how she didn't answer him, instead she remained quiet; as if the question had made her tense and he had regretted that. He wanted for her to feel comfortable and safe around him because he himself hated the feeling of being uncomfortable around another. He was about to tell her not to answer the question if it proved too much for her but then she threw the cigarette onto the floor and the anger that was visible as she stepped on it only made Jiho slightly protective of her, as if he wanted to protect her from these kind of feelings. But he knew he could not, so he just listened to her. For her words were but a whisper, words he tried to catch by leaning his face close to hers. Her words merely made him smile, his lips tugging into a bright childish grin. Continuing to stare at her, his eyes soft with growing affection, "So does that mean, that there will be another time for me and you to talk? I like that, most people go yenno. Wander off and never return to talkin' since they just get busy with life. This is...reassuring." He paused in thought before answering, his face turning around from her to look around, it was getting late. The night had become intensely comforting to him, "Then I shall wait till next time but really speak when ya wanna I ain't gonna rush or prod for information-- I like the way you thing, I'd like to believe at least by a bit that I think the same way. But occasionally someone likes to remind me that I should talk to people my own age or younger, since I ain't well mature enough. I am apparently child-like to some." He babbled, during the night he was more open. Probably because the moon wasn't so bright and didn't illuminate their faces and it made it seem like he was just speakin' to himself. That there wasn't a person to judge him and add to the fact that the other made him feel comfortable despite her hinting that she was different and held secrets that he was all to curious about.